About this Blog

This blog started as an online diary and place for me to rant about annoyances in my family.

However since July it has become a place for me to catalogue and express my views and opinions on the treatment I have recieved following the diagnosis of a potentially cancerous tumor in my bowel.

On 3rd August 2011 I was told that it was cancerous. In April 2012 I was given the all clear.

October 15th 2013 I was diagnosed with peritoneal disease and liver metastases. The cancer was back and this time it is inoperable.

It is a little bit out of date as the NHS doesn't tend to have a WiFi connection in hospital and I can only post when I get home and posts take a while to write.

It is NOT about individuals or the nursing profession. It is about some of the inadequacies in the system and the way the NHS is failing some people.

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Thursday, 22 December 2011

A celebration

I meant to post this on Wednesday but coupled with a sickly Isaac I forgot.

I am now 1/2 way through chemotherapy. I have survived 4 sessions and only have another 4 to go. Or 2 and a bit months to go. 

It feels good to get this far and know that I can do it. However saying that, I do know I am going to struggle with the next 4 sessions. 

Especially the sensitivity to cold. This has been terrible for this cycle. I am still getting the numbness, tingling and now slight pain in my fingers today - Thats 16 days after the oxaliplatin and I, naively, perhaps did not expect it to last this long. 

I have even lost feeling in my nose quite a lot this time and that coupled with the struggling for breath due to the cold air has left me feeling quite run down. 

But we are getting there, one day at a time and 4 tablets at a time and come Mothers Day it will all be over.